Jumin's POV
A knock was heard on the door. I rushed downstairs to see who it was. 'Probably father...' I opened the door to see a pink haired female. "Jumin~!" She squealed. Her high voice damaged my ears. "May I help you?" I asked lifting a brow. "Well, you're my fiancé! So let's go do something!" She grabbed my arm. "So you're the woman my father wants me to marry?" I scoffed as I looked the woman up and down. "Yes! You don't seem amused." She pouted. "Well, this marriage isn't going to happen," I said in a lecturing tone. Her eyes began to water. "Why?!" I yanked my arm from her grasp. "I don't know you, and this is our first time meeting each other." The woman straightened her posture. "I'm Sarah!" She let out her hand for me to shake. "I'm Glam Choi's student!" She chirped. "Nice introduction. Now, will you please leave." I scoffed as I closed the door. 'My father has a weird taste in women.'✧ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ✦✧✦ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ✧
Y/N came downstairs moments after the weird knock on the door. "Hello, Jumin." She smiled. "Hello," I responded to her greeting. I felt her eyes examining my emotional state. "You don't look alright. Are you doing well?" I let out a sigh. "Just recently met the woman my father wants me to marry," I said bluntly. "What was she like?" Y/N asked. 'Why is she considering Sarah as my REAL fiancé?!' I rolled my eyes. "She isn't my type." A giggle escaped from Y/N's lips. "Then what is your type, Mr. Cooperate Heir?" She asked in a sassy tone. I pulled her to my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist. I lean in, so our foreheads touched. "You are my type." I purred into her ear. The blush on her cheeks grew darker. "You're cute." I chuckled as I poked her cheek.
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"I'm going to miss you while you're gone." Y/N hugged me tightly. "So will I." I gave her forehead a little peck. "Promise me that you'll wait." Y/N nodded. I ran my fingers through her beautiful, H/C hair. "That's a good girl." A smirk ran across my lips. "I'll see you when I get back." I left the house.
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I bit my lip as I sat in the empty seat next to Sarah. "Awe! Look at the cute couple!" My father's girlfriend squealed. I rolled my eyes avoiding eye contact from all of them. "Jumin, what's wrong?" Sarah's high-pitched voice rang my ears. "I didn't agree on this." I scoffed glaring at my father. My father caught my glare. "Well, I agreed to have you two marry each other. Is there a particular reason why you're against it?" My father said in a strict tone. "Where should I start?" I set my chin on my hand faking to think. "You're forcing me to marry someone I just met. Secondly, you don't realize I'm old enough to make my own decisions." I lashed out at him. My father let out a deep chuckle. "Is there someone else you admire or want to marry?" Thoughts of Y/N filled my brain. "What if there is?" I gave a smirk. "I already told you." My father rolled his eyes. "Oh yes. I know. This particular female is someone I hold dear." I clutched my hand against my chest. "Now, if you would excuse me." I exited the restaurant with haste.
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I opened the door to my home. I noticed Y/N asleep on the sofa with Elizabeth on her chest. I kneeled next to her and planted a kiss on her forehead. She opened her eyes. "J-Jumin?! You're back already?" She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "I left early. The dinner was inconvenient, anyways." A smile appeared on her lips. "I would hug you, but Elizabeth is sleeping." She giggled softly. "I'll take care of her." I picked up Elizabeth and set her in her kitty bed across from Y/N. Y/N arose from the sofa and pulled me into a tight hug. "I missed you." She said with her face buried in my chest. I sat on the sofa, where she was laying and pulled her on top of me. "Now you can be my little Elizabeth." I smirked as I stroked her long hair. Y/N snuggled her head in my chest and drifted back to sleep.
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She's My Angel { A Jumin X Reader} ✓
Fanfiction┌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┐ ❥ Originally Released in April 2017❥ └╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┘ Falling in love is the last thing you expect from running into a handsome stranger in a men's clothing store. You started as a commoner sweetheart to a...